Sunday, October 5

sunday simplicity.

"The king's son was always by her, and never ceased his 
compliments and kind speeches to her. All this was so far from 
being tiresome to her, and, indeed, she quite forgot what her 
godmother had told her. She thought that it was no later 
than eleven when she counted the clock striking twelve. 
She jumped up and fled, as nimble as a deer. The prince followed, 
but could not overtake her. She left behind one of her glass 
slippers, which the prince picked up most carefully." - Charles Perrault

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